Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 90: Giving Yi Liu a shock with the deadly water.

The two were quite strong, and their moves were strange and ruthless. Their aim was to entangle Ye Jinming and buy time for the cult leader and the others to escape.

"Hmm?" Ye Jinming pretended to be caught off guard and had to turn around to deal with the sudden attack.

The Jinghong Sword was instantly drawn, drawing two cold sword lights that deflected the madman's claws and the mute, crippled woman's stabbings.

"Clang! Clang!"

The metal clanged as it struck, and the force of the energy surged forth.

Ye Jinming paused slightly, seemingly slowed down by the well-coordinated surprise attack.

Seizing that split second, they shouted, "Let's go!"

Bei Chen Yuanhuang and Ji Xiaoshuang, carrying the Universe Treasures, transformed into several streaks of light without hesitation. They broke through the still unstable spatial blockade at top speed and shot towards the distant horizon, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the cult leader and the others had safely retreated, the Mad Thief and the Mute Resentful Woman also made a feint, forcing Ye Jinming back a step, and then quickly withdrew, intending to imitate the cult leader and escape in a flash.

"Want to leave now? Too late."

Ye Jinming's icy voice, like the pronouncement of death, rang out behind them.

The momentary entanglement seemed to be just an illusion.

Just as the two turned to flee, a cold light flashed in Ye Jinming's eyes, and the Jinghong Sword was finally fully drawn!

"Sword - Flowing Light!"

There was no earth-shattering display, only two incredibly fast, almost light-cutting, tiny sword marks that flashed through the air.

"Well?"

"Ah, the mad thief and the mute, crippled woman suddenly froze, remaining in their forward-rushing posture, but unable to move an inch further."

A thin line of blood, as thin as a hair, appeared on their necks at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the blood line expanded rapidly, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

The two men's eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and bewilderment; they seemed to die without ever understanding how fast the other could move.

Immediately, their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground, dead, adding two more souls to this unfinished gamble.

Without any modifications, the two were at best mere sorcerers, easy to deal with.

Then Ye Jinming flicked his wrist, and the Jinghong Sword returned to its sheath, its blade smooth and spotless, without a drop of blood.

He didn't even glance at the two corpses on the ground, but slowly raised his head and looked towards the horizon where Bei Chen Yuanhuang and the others had disappeared.

The anger, murderous intent, and displeasure at having his base raided on his face had all vanished, replaced by a deep, unfathomable smile, tinged with amusement and anticipation.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang thought that he could outmaneuver himself by secretly rescuing people, but little did he know that Ji Xiaoshuang's entry into Jinyu Qingsong was also something he had done intentionally.

"Bei Chen Yuan Huang—" he murmured to himself, his voice carried away by the wind, audible only to himself: "The bait has been laid. What kind of 'surprise' will you bring me next? How exciting!"

Inside the Hall of Heavenly Boundaries, candlelight flickered, illuminating several faces with different expressions, yet all equally revealing weariness and gloom.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang was positioned above, her dark red robes appearing even more somber in the dim light, her gaze sweeping across the area below.

Ji Xiaoshuang stood to one side, her brows furrowed with worry.

The rescued Huanyu Qizang, due to his severe injuries, sat in a specially prepared chair at the bottom. His face was still pale and his breath was weak, but his sinister eyes had regained their former depth and calculation, only now they were filled with a hint of guilt that was hard to hide.

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly heavy.

"The madman and the resentful woman—have they not returned yet?" Bei Chen Yuan Huang finally spoke, his voice low and emotionless.

Ji Xiaoshuang shook her head slightly and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the sect leader, we have sent scouts to provide support along the way, but we haven't seen them yet. I'm afraid—"

The unspoken message was clear to everyone present.

Given the strength Ye Jinming displayed, those two Saints responsible for covering the rear are probably already in grave danger, having become victims of the enemy's venting of anger.

A silent sense of oppression spread out—

The loss of troops and personnel is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Yiliu, which has been gaining momentum and ambition in recent years.

Just then, the previously silent Huanyu Qizang suddenly struggled to his feet, bowed deeply to Beichen Yuanhuang, and said in a hoarse voice filled with self-reproach: "Master, this defeat was all due to my momentary negligence. I rashly attacked Ye Jinming, only to be subdued by him, forcing you to put yourself in danger, and causing the deaths of the Mad Demon and the Wraith. I—despite my crimes, beg you to punish me, Master!"

He spoke earnestly and adopted an extremely humble attitude, taking all the responsibility upon himself.

From the seat of honor, Bei Chen Yuan Huang raised her eyes to look at the deeply bowing Huan Yu Qi Cang below. Her expression was complex, containing scrutiny, concern, and the weighing judgment typical of those in a superior position.

A moment later, Bei Chen Yuan Huang descended the steps and personally helped up the Universe Wonders.

"Why do you say that, strategist?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang's voice softened, carrying an undeniable certainty. "You have devoted yourself to Yi Liu, and this time you also want to eliminate potential threats to Yi Liu. Your intentions are good. However, Jin Ming concealed his strength that night, and the strategist suffered a setback. It was not a fault of your own."

He patted Huanyu Qizang on the shoulder, his tone turning somber: "As for the Madman and the Wraith—they were loyal to Yiliu and sacrificed themselves to save the strategist. I and everyone in Yiliu will remember their contributions."

These words not only absolved the main of Huanyu Qizang's crimes and affirmed his loyalty, but also demonstrated his tolerance as the leader and his compassion for his subordinates, instantly winning over the hearts of the people.

This series of combined actions not only stabilized the situation that had just suffered a setback and was causing unrest, but also deepened the gratitude and loyalty of the people in the hearts of the people of the universe.

"Master—" Huan Yu Qi Cang looked up, his eyes revealing a timely expression of emotion and growing determination.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang nodded in satisfaction and helped him sit down again.

Once the aura of the Mysterious Treasure of the Universe had subsided somewhat, Bei Chen Yuanhuang returned to her seat and asked in a deep voice, "Strategist, you had close contact with Ye Jinming that night. Did you manage to discern the depth of his martial arts style?"

This is what he cares about most right now; the threat posed by Ye Jinming has far exceeded expectations.

A flicker of recollection and solemnity crossed Huanyu Qizang's eyes as he slowly said, "This person's skill is unfathomable, and his knowledge is extremely diverse. When I fought him, he used both cloud and ice-attribute techniques, and even possessed a swift swordsmanship. What's even more terrifying is that he seems to be proficient in advanced spatial magic—"

"It seems he is indeed a threat." Bei Chen Yuan Huang nodded. He knew this information as well, but he still underestimated Ye Jin Ming's foundation.

At this point, a glint of light flashed in Huanyu Qizang's eyes. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he reached into his robes, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a neatly folded, slightly rough old piece of parchment.

"By the way, Master," he presented the parchment with both hands, a strange light gleaming in his eyes, "while I was being held captive, I vaguely saw some scrolls and notebooks scattered in a corner. This piece of paper was found tucked into one of those notebooks by Ye Jinming. I secretly pulled it out and hid it on my person when he wasn't looking. After escaping danger, I took a closer look, and it seems—it records the method for making some kind of peculiar potion!"

"Oh?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang raised an eyebrow and took the parchment.

Ji Xiaoshuang was also somewhat curious.

The paper has a unique texture; it is neither cloth nor leather, and it feels cold to the touch. It is covered with densely packed, strangely shaped characters and graphics written in some dark red pigment, interspersed with some ancient seal script.

The text is obscure, the graphics are bizarre, and it exudes an ominous aura.

At the top of the parchment, several large, blood-red characters stood out starkly: "Recipes for Refining the Elixir of Death."

"Death Water?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang murmured the name, a look of doubt in his eyes. "What is this? I've never heard of it before."

"Strategist, since you can recognize it, can you tell me more about its effects?"

Huanyu Qizang took a deep breath, pointed to several key descriptions on the parchment, and said with a hint of suppressed excitement, "Master, please look at this one—taking it can greatly stimulate the human body's potential in a short period of time, break through the shackles of cultivation, increase true qi, make one incredibly strong, fearless of death, and greatly reduce pain—"

He spoke faster and faster, his eyes gleaming: "According to the prescription, and combined with other snippets I vaguely gleaned from Ye Jinming—this 'Death Potion' is very likely an extremely potent and potent secret medicine for stimulating potential and enhancing physical abilities! I suspect that Ye Jinming's terrifying strength in such a short time is all due to this substance!"

"What?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang suddenly stood up, staring intently at the parchment in his hand, his breathing becoming heavier.

The incredible speed at which Ye Jinming's strength increased was something that Bei Chen Yuanhuang had been somewhat puzzled about.

If the speculation of the Mysterious Treasures of the Universe is true, wouldn't this "Death Water" be a shortcut to supreme power?

"Strategist, is this true? This prescription really was left by Ye Jinming—are you sure there's no trickery involved?" Bei Chen Yuanhuang asked cautiously, suppressing his excitement.

His ruthless nature made him suspicious of any unexpected windfall.

Huanyu Qizang nodded emphatically, his tone certain: "Absolutely true! During the time Ye Jinming imprisoned me, he also subtly inquired about Yi Liu's Gu poison technique, seemingly in order to perfect this item. In addition, this parchment is mixed among many experimental records, the handwriting is ancient, and the ink is old, unlike a recent forgery."

Bei Chen Yuanhuang carefully examined the parchment, her fingertips brushing over the names of the herbs and the methods of preparation, her eyes shifting with uncertainty.

Greed, desire, doubt, ambition—a mix of emotions swirled within him.

Ultimately, the ultimate thirst for power overcame the last trace of doubt. After all, Ye Jinming's current strength was visible to the naked eye, like a mountain pressing down on his heart, and also stimulating his already burning ambition.

If one can obtain this "Death Water," greatly enhancing one's own strength and that of the entire upper echelons of Yiliu, what is there to worry about in achieving great things? At that time, no one in the world will be able to restrain one from reclaiming the throne.

"Good! What a brilliant 'Death Potion'!" Bei Chen Yuanhuang gripped the parchment tightly, her eyes flashing with a terrifying light. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Ye Jinming, Ye Jinming, you thought you had planned everything perfectly, but you never expected to leave behind something so important, did you? This is truly heaven's help!"

He turned to Ji Xiaoshuang and ordered in a deep voice, "Ji Xiaoshuang, immediately convey my order: have the Evil Ones gather all the elders and elites of the sect who are proficient in pharmacology, toxicology, and alchemy at the Heavenly Boundary. There must be no delay!"

"Yes, Master!" Ji Xiaoshuang accepted the order and hurried away.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang then looked at the Universe Treasure Trove and solemnly said, "Strategist, if this item is real, then you have made a great contribution."

The eerie light in the eyes of the Mysterious Treasure of the Universe dissipated. "It was just a coincidence. I dare not take credit for it."

(This Night Ember Brightness formula was obtained from the consciousness of Yama King Ling and Xu Fu. After systematic improvements, it became more suitable for the desperate water formula in the Bitter Realm, and finally had a place to be tested.)

Soon, the entire top echelon of the Yiliu Black Faction was urgently mobilized.

Inside the hidden laboratory of Yiliu, led by the Awakener, several of Yiliu's top poison and alchemy masters gathered together, engaging in heated discussions and frantic research surrounding the mysterious "Death Potion" formula—

Bei Chen Yuanhuang sat outside the hall, listening to the arguments and the humming of the alchemy furnace inside, and feeling the increasingly strong aroma in the air, a mixture of medicinal fragrance and a hint of inexplicable restlessness. A cold and ambitious smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

The day I, the Emperor, refine this deadly water and achieve perfect mastery of my skills will be the day the Bitter Realm changes hands!

The world will remember my name, Bei Chen Yuan Huang!

He could almost see himself, aided by the Deadly Water, leading the drastically increased power of the Shadow Stream Army, sweeping across the Bitter Realm, crushing the Ghost Liang Army's headquarters, and trampling all enemies underfoot—

However, Bei Chen Yuanhuang, immersed in immense temptation and ambition, failed to notice, or rather deliberately ignored, the description of the side effects subtly revealed between the lines of the prescription—

Of course, no one could have imagined that this "pie in the sky" was either a genuine stroke of luck or a deadly poison carefully prepared by a schemer.

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